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for magicalskeptic: A trip to the ocean

"You wanted an ocean, have I got an ocean for you."

The Doctor darted around the console and scooped his jacket up from where it hung on one of the TARDIS pillars. He absolutely loved this bit. The first trip to an alien world with someone who didn't even believe in other worlds until now. Very little was more exciting.

"Now! We've got breathable atmosphere, low radiation, and a beautiful summer day. The waters of the Greeio Malgoon are purple in the summer, which is when they're the warmest and the safest. I'd have taken you to them in the winter when they're blue, but the water's acid content gets a bit high and ends up spewing out strange creatures with eyes that shoot lasers. Green lasers, they disintegrate you without much warning. Very technicolor world, the Greeo Malgoon."

He shrugged. "Still! In the summer, peak of tourist season, it's the most brilliant place for a visit."

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Morgana does not have the time to pay attention to what the Doctor is doing, as the door, now so bent inwards there is an ever-widening gap that one of the creatures now has his arm through.

And it's about five seconds before that arm is on the floor, as she slices it off at the elbow. What falls on the floor is a mixture of both electrics, and fluid, and what looks like skin and blood.

There isn't the time to focus that, but it will bother her later.

Right now, she kicks the errant appendage down the hole in the floor, and hears it drop into the sea, to give her a little bit of space. What she needs to do is quick, and she'll only have one chance.

Stepping on the other side of the door -- if the creature has excellent, and quick aim, she'll be dead, but if this works, it should hold off others. The thrust is neither large, nor over-dramatic, but it is well aimed, right through its chest, and there's a spark or two, and it's clear it is no longer alive -- functioning -- Morgana is uncertain of the correct terminology.

It slumps in front of the door -- making another obstacle for the next one that tries to enter.

Except there's banging on the back of the building, and a dent in the wall.

The Doctor gets to work on the machine. He can reroute the system, he can undo it, but the mechanisms are so old, the wiring so corroded, that he isn't sure he can reroute the system. The button might never have worked.

He looks back and sees Morgana fighting. She's buying him time, but they'll overwhelm her if he doesn't hurry.

Concentrate, Doctor.

He pulls out another bunch of wires and starts over.

This would be much easier if they were out in the open, but, the floorspace is limited due to the massive hole in it, and there's only so much Morgana can do through the crack in the door.

The only advantage, is that there are not too many, as of yet. From what she is hearing, there are two outside the door -- and one -- perhaps two at the back. Whatever the program is doing, it hasn't had enough to time to go into full effect, yet.

The corpse of the one creature is pulled away by something outside, when the door finally springs open. She ducks when something is fired, and takes a swing - this one aimed firmly for its chest.

The problem is, there are two creatures.

The Doctor tears out the button and reaches his hands into the sizzling wires. It burns, but he gets a hold of the group he needs. Just a few more minutes, a few more minutes.

He glances over his head and sees the second creature coming for Morgana. He looks at the button and grins.

"Well, Babe Ruth, 'bout time I made you proud," he says. He holds the button like a baseball, and throws it, knocking the creature firmly in the head. It topples and collapses into the pit.

"Home run!" he calls, grinning.

Morgana had been about to decapitate the creature when it stumbles and falls into the pit. She looks down and sees it flail for a moment and then sink.

She says nothing until after the requisite splash is finished echoing. "I could have managed that on my own," Oddly, she's almost smiling, and then adds, "You have your duty, and I have mine."

There are footsteps from the other side of the shed. Whatever mixture of technology and biology these creatures are, one of them has figured out that three of them have met an unfortunate demise.

"Don't doubt it one moment, Lady Fair!" the Doctor replies with a wide grin. He gives her a salute, and heads back to the wires. It's overly complicated, he thinks. Not just his relationship with Morgana, which he refuses to think about right now, but the wiring system. It should be simpler. Maybe the machine has grown more wires to try to prevent this from happening.

"Just another two minutes!" he calls over to Morgana. "That's all I need!"

"I can give you two minutes." At the moment, Morgana is not thinking about anything than the best way to cut the creature off at the pass.

Thus far, she's been on the defensive, and that would work, if there wasn't a chance the creatures could adapt. One of the most important skills, she's learned, is the ability to surprise one's opponent.

So, while the Doctor's focus is back to the machine, Morgana takes a quick look, steps over the corpse of one creature, and slides the through the slender entrance to the door.

All the Doctor might hear is the sound of a sword piercing the skin and mechanics of a creature, as Morgana's managed to take out another one.

He also might hear the sound of a body hitting the wall of the shed. (What he might not see: this time, it is Morgana, as another creature has managed to get in a lucky blow.)

Nasty slam. Morgana is tougher than the Doctor expected.

The wires come together, but he realizes there are two wires that are too far apart to connect.

"I can't do it!" he calls. "I need a long strip of metal to bind these two wires!"

There is another slam against the shed, and Morgana lets herself be boneless, sliding down to the ground, for one sole purpose.

Bracing herself against the wall for leverage, she swings the sword with as much might as she can muster, literally taking out the creature at the knees.

Then she hears the Doctor call. She puts her hand to the back of her head, she's bleeding, but although the wound is not severe, head wounds have a nasty habit of bleeding profusely, but she's figuring the Doctor won't see it. Sliding back in through the crack in the door, Morgana has an idea.

Taking a second to put the corpse of the first creature closer to the door, creating more of a barrier, Morgana then crouches down in front of the Doctor, holding out the sword. It is covered with the mixture of synthetic and organic fluid the creatures bleed.

"Would this do?"

He turns and ignores the gore completely, focused on the metal.

"Perfect," he says, snatching it from her. He takes it swiftly, and pushes it into the mass of wires, touching the one from the top to the one on the bottom.

There's a fizzle and a crackle, and suddenly all of the screens go dead. The fresh arrival creatures slump forward, puppets with their strings cut.

The Doctor freezes for a moment, waiting for something to go wrong. Nothing does.

He turns to her and beams.

"Oh, you were brilliant!" he says, and he reaches over to hug her.

Morgana is silent as she waits for something, anything to explode, or attack, or something equally as deadly.

She only speaks when she's sure the current crisis has passed. "We did need the sword, after all, Doctor." It is supposed to be teasing, but Morgana's tone does not quite get past the seriousness of it all.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, this time without abandon, she's relieved neither of them have been killed, and hugs him, tightly. "Next time, you do not get to judge my decision to carry such things."

This time, she is teasing.

He doesn't reply, he just hugs her tightly back. And grins.

After all, she's just said there will be a next time.

After a moment, he finally backs up and gives her another grin.

"Shall we inform the tourists that they can return?"

When he pulls away, she is relieved he makes no mention of the wound. The mood is too buoyant and she would rather not be fussed over, and all she wants to do is grin in response.

"What about all the regular inhabitants? Should they not be told their home is safe again." Morgana is hoping they cannot all be dead.

"The galactic police'll do that," the Doctor says. He winces as he gets to his feet, and offers her a hand.

"When we get back to the TARDIS, I'll send them a message that we've cleaned this place up. Considering they've been looking for me for a while, they won't waste their time coming here, and then the locals can get back to enjoying their city, and the people who love it can come back."

He nods to the computer. "And we'll keep the recording here. Then they can see what happened. Make sure it never happens again."

"The intergalactic police have been looking for you?" Morgana's aware he calls himself a criminal but now she's confused. "You will contact them, but they will not come here?"

When the Doctor speaks of the recording, it reminds her of something else. "We have to return something, before we leave. It would not be right to take it."

"Okay," he says with a serious nod. He extends his hand for the diary.

"I'll leave it here. To complete the story."

And avoid going back into that place. Not that he'd admit that part, of course.

Morgana holds out her hand. "May I have the book?"

She also needs something else. "Do you have a pen?"

He sniffs, cautious, then hands over the book. After a moment of fumbling through his pockets (handkerchief, paper clip, sonic screwdriver, satsuma), he found a ballpoint pen, clicked it open, and hands it over.

"What're you writing?" he asks.

She takes the pen, and starts writing. It is a brief message and a crudely drawn map on the page after the last entry.

"No one could find her. They did not know where to look when she needed to hide."

Once finished, she gets to her feet and takes something out of her own pocket -- which contains only one thing. Morgana holds out her sonic screwdriver.

"Could you repair this while I return the book to its proper place?"

He wants to ask her if she's sure she wants to go in there alone. But the turrets are down, the illusions have been destroyed. In all truth, it's probably perfectly safe.

And he doesn't understand human psychology. He knows this. She may need the moment, and he should let her have it.

"Of course," he says, taking the sonic. "I'll wait for you outside the building."

Morgana leads the way, assuming the Doctor is following, but she's on a mission, so isn't paying as close attention as she usually would.

She does spare a moment to look about the city, and the creatures -- all looking like they were traveling towards the Doctor and Morgana's locations -- are slumped throughout the streets.

Once at the building, she gingerly reaches out to touch the door handle. She can't quite feel as confident after the shock earlier.

She still does not look at him when she pulls open the door. "I will just be a moment."

Morgana is, of course, assuming he's behind her.

He is. Even though she doesn't look around, he nods.

"I'll be here."

He immediately begins to work on her sonic. Battery's gone low. He should've given her a more powerful one, but he didn't think about it. A little rifling through his pockets and he produces something with more power, replacing it for her. It'll last a little bit longer this time, and he'll teach her about recharging it on the console.

He looks up to the building. He hopes she's all right.

Morgana intends to be quick. Once out of sight of the Doctor, she runs. Often, she doesn't indulge herself in such things, but she has excess energy from the battle, and it is a way to get it out.

The stairs have become stairs again. and the hallways are silent. There are not any voices, sirens, creatures, or odd precipitation.

Respectfully, she opens the door to the the little girl's room, and places the diary on the bed. She opens it to the last page. To keep it propped open, she takes one of the dolls to weigh it down.

There is little else she can do, but the thought of the little girl being lost, and the father unable to find her is distressing.

And it does not matter if things like this happen long ago. She knows as much as anyone, that time does not always make such things better.

Much longer than she intended, she gently shuts the door, and heads down the hallway towards the Doctor, lost in her thoughts.

"Everything all right?" he asks. He's been hopping on the heels of his feet since she went inside, and he's ready to go, ready to move, ready to run. Also, ready to get some sort of medical attention for his shoulder. It aches and, he imagines, her head injury probably feels about the same.

As she approaches, he offers her his arm.

"Everything is fine," IT's a way of avoiding the answer. Morgana's feeling a little bereft, so she's not looking directly at him, until she composes herself.

She does though, see and take, the arm.

She spares a glance for the building. "That is a lot of carnage to keep people from seeing the ocean."

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